"I'm afraid you won't make it, so let's go!"
Zhang Wenfeng was very straightforward, turned around and walked towards the west, saying: "If you break the restriction of the sword fighting platform's protective formation today, you will pay all the spiritual energy stones, and I can let you go and fight with me."
"No, when did you become more unreasonable than me? Only if one person pays half of the compensation is it fair and just."
He Guangjun said arrogantly.
It's not that he can't afford to lose two hundred spiritual energy stones, it's because the other party is trying to trick him out of the situation.
If he takes over everything and promises to pay for everything, that would not be called generous and heroic, but foolish.
It was a matter of battle, and they were equally matched opponents. He Guangjun was very shrewd.
Zhang Wenfeng said with disdain: "You are more unfavorable to your mother-in-law than Yun Qiuhe. I have paid for all the two hundred spiritual energy stones. What a big deal. Let go and fight with me later."
He Guangjun let out his signature chuckle. It turned out that he was taking out his anger on behalf of the woman Yun Qiuhe. He said, "Zhang Wenfeng, are you annoyed? Where did you learn these childish methods? One person is half of it, and there is no need to change it!"
He never fights as a foil, the guests change positions, and his momentum becomes weak.
"Boring, boring."
The sword spirit between the two people has been competing from the moment they agreed.
Compared to the last time when they were taciturn, the two walked side by side, chatting and laughing.
Behind him, sword energy as fine as silk was surging and colliding. From time to time, it splashed and smashed into the green brick floor, leaving a shallow pit and a mess of rubble.
Someone in the Patrol Courtyard saw this scene, called their friends, and followed them towards the sword fighting platform to watch the fun.
More than three months ago, Madman He fought with this inconspicuous guest inspector to death, even breaking the protective restrictions of the sword fighting platform. If Protector Xie hadn't taken action, the fight would probably have ended. Both sides suffer.
Don't be afraid of a high stage when singing an opera. There was a lot of fun today.
In the guardian's court in the east, Xie Moling put down the purple pen in his hand and rubbed his forehead with a headache.
The two guys couldn't stop talking when they met, and Yu Yuan was a careless person. He had to take care of these trivial matters. Well, if the sword fighting platform's protective restrictions were broken again today, they would double the compensation for the spiritual energy stone.
All the floor tiles broken by the sword energy along the way will have to be compensated with silver, one tael of silver per floor tile.
This method is good, it will make them feel pain and cure two thorns.
Entering the sword fighting arena, Zhang Wenfeng stepped forward and took out ten spiritual energy stones and put them into the hole in the ground. He had learned to activate the protective restriction.
He couldn't ask He Guangjun to pay the entrance fee every time he went to the sword fighting ring.
You can be calculating as a person, but you can't be stingy.
"Brother He, are we going to compete this time without using swordsmanship?"
"That's what I mean, accept the move!"
The two simply agreed on the rules, let go of their hands and feet, drew their swords and fought. In the fifty-foot sword fighting platform, two figures were wrapped in the sword light, coming and going like flying. The fierce collision made the sword energy like drizzle. Downstairs, the momentum is majestic and spectacular.
Compared to the first sword duel in the sword fighting arena, this time it was even better.
The people watching the fight outside were watching intently, ready to fly back at any moment to avoid the sword energy that would break the restriction and burst out. They could not hear the conversation between the two people inside the restriction.
When the fight reached its peak, He Guangjun unsheathed the black flying sword on his back and joined the battle with one to five.
Zhang Wenfeng held the sword in both hands, and he also released the Taomu Flying Sword.
Multi-tasking, racing ahead at every step.
The shadows of swords crisscrossed the sky and the earth, making people dizzy.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Wenfeng tested the effect of the spiritual thread rune he drew on the Zaomu Sword and the Bizhu Sword.
It has been more than two months since he understood the true meaning of Tianwai's mountain-cleaving sword. He has become more and more comfortable in controlling the sword energy. He often uses the "opening the door and bowing to guests" sword-cleaving style. He Guangjun has to avoid its sharp edge and use swordsmanship skills to resolve the uncertainty in it. Sharp sword intent.
A layman sees the fun, but an expert sees the door.
The two of them put away their flying swords after the fight. Only when they meet a well-matched opponent can they verify some of their experience with the sword and know their strengths and weaknesses and the direction of improvement.
Change to a single sword versus single sword competition with flat thrusts.
The two swords collided with each other from time to time, making a "ding-dong" sound, and finally ended the competition with one sword each.
Although the intense process made the spectators satisfied, and some monks even benefited from it, the bad guys were still not satisfied. He Guangjun, who rushed out of the protective restraint, shouted: "It's not enough, He madman, you haven't shown your full ability, fight again." Damn it! The protective ban was broken and Xue came to pay for it."
He Guangjun smiled dryly and replied with two words: "Get out!"
Amidst the commotion, Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists and smiled, and walked back to the office with He Guangjun.
After entering the door, I found He Guangjun, who was unkempt. He had kept the room in order, which was much more orderly than Yun Qiuhe's public apartment. There was an ancient vertical scroll painting hanging on the wall, green radish hanging in the corner, and a burnt wood-colored antique shelf displaying various items. Cultural objects related to pen and inkstone.
Looking at the ancient paintings on the wall, the scrolls are dark yellow, with a few strokes showing the figures strolling forward from the back, the mountains in the distance are very light, interesting, and there is a lot of white space.
There is a line of cursive writing on the upper right vertical line: The sword energy has fallen.
But there is no signature or seal, maybe it is not finished.
He Guangjun skillfully added charcoal to boil water to make tea, and said: "I saw that boy Shen Shen earlier wandering among the crowd watching the battle. When he came out, there was no sign of him. He invited us to the Tianqing Restaurant last time. The wine was good. .”
Zhang Wenfeng smiled, still thinking about letting his enemy treat him to a meal of fine wine. A jar of century-old Bilu wine would cost thirty spiritual energy stones, and he would need several jars for a casual meal. He said, "I'll treat you to a drink later. There's a restaurant nearby." "
"How about going to Tianqing Restaurant?"
"you please?"
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to run, so I'll just make do with something to eat nearby."
He Guangjun wasted no time and sighed: "It's hard to make money. There are too many ways for sword cultivators to spend money. After advancing to the realm of freedom, just a tailor-made natal sword will cost a lot of rare materials and spiritual energy stones, and we still have to prepare it." To make a flying sword, the robes, shoes, belts, etc. must all match and complement each other. Without a certain amount of wealth, you cannot even make a handleable sword."
He has advanced to the stage of gradual decline and has reached consummation, so he must consider these things early.
The sect's subsidy could only produce ordinary magic swords, which was not what he wanted.
Zhang Wenfeng was not worried about this aspect. He was still a little far away. He smiled and said, "Didn't you say you did a lot of tasks last time? You did the big tasks twice, but you didn't make any money?"
"Two or three thousand spiritual energy stones, what do they count? It's not enough to buy two taels of Caiyun Gold. To make a natal sword, you have to spend at least a pound of Caiyun Gold. Some other more special materials have to be exchanged for materials, so it is said to make money It’s difficult without flowers.”
He Guangjun only talks to others, and he usually doesn't bother to pay attention to other people, let alone complain.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while and suddenly remembered that when he was treating Xin Yue's injuries, Xin Yue, who was in a semi-conscious state, muttered a lot of gibberish, among which he could clearly hear the words "Meilu grass, Caiyun gold, Fuyao fruit".
Could it be that there is Caiyun Gold in the hare ditch that Xinyue is going to enter?
"Brother He, what is Caiyun Gold?"
Zhang Wenfeng didn't understand, so he asked. Two to three thousand spiritual energy stones could only buy two taels of Caiyun gold. He felt that his wealth was not rich enough.
"Caiyun Gold is the main metal material for refining our sword cultivator's natal magic sword. It is indispensable. It is also used for refining flying swords. You have a wood constitution, and add some third-level wood crystals and wood elements. Materials with certain properties can be used to create it.”
He Guangjun poured a cup of tea for Zhang Guanzhu opposite him, explained a few words casually, and ended with a venomous remark: "I'm not telling you, in addition to practicing swordsmanship, you really need to read more books. In addition to focusing on swordsmanship, swordsmanship also requires learned."
Zhang Wenfeng almost choked. He was taught a lesson by a swordsman who did not learn "no skills".
But He Guangjun was right. He had only been exposed to the basics before, but now that conditions allowed, he had to settle down and study more in the library of the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch.
I wouldn't even know if there were rare materials in front of me.
"Dong dong", someone knocked on the door outside.
He Guangjun sat still and opened the closed door with a wave of his hand.
A man in his thirties walked in, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "To interrupt your interest, Miao thanked the Dharma Protector for his oral instructions. He Xunfeng and Zhang Jianfeng walked by before. The sword energy smashed a total of 108 floor tiles. It takes a total of 108 pieces." The compensation is one hundred and eighty taels of silver, please tell me, should you go to the Miscellaneous Affairs Office to pay the money yourself, or should you leave it to Miao to do it for you?"
He Guangjun and Zhang Wenfeng looked at each other, and the tea no longer tasted good.
Floor tiles in Zhoucheng are so expensive!
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